#play gw2? nah. post about mentally ill plant? ye

[lady-quen]

I love Mael so much. He's order. He's chaos. He's my deranged lil babygirl and the most serious man. He's the sleep deprived college teacher. He's sass incarnate. He's the master of word games and gets cooked on the group chat every night. He's trailed by tragedy and the coolest dad. He has no heart and he cares so much it hurts. He's so smart and so, so stupid.

He keeps beefing with ancient entities. He's short but his delusions of grandeur are at least the size of the Hand of Abaddon. He's Tyria's favourite protector and Tyria's beloathed little chewtoy. He loves the attention and wishes he could disappear underground for ten thousand years. He's the self-appointed sacrificial lamb and the wolf in sheep's clothing.

He's a paragon of stoicism and the most anxiety-ridden cranky coffee addict. He's so kind and charitable and assassinates his political opponents. He wants his guild in good spirits and healthy but is irresponsible with his own body and feelings. He's the Dawnborn necromancer. He's the dragonslayer and the Dragon Champion. He's the lichkiller and the lich.

He's the failed Knight of Thorn and the mentor of another. He's the Soundless Momma's boy. He's the savior of the world and also its destroyer. (thanks for the bad end fractal isgarren) He desperately wants to live to see Aurene again and he feels like he desperately needs to die. He's a shadow but in the sense of a comforting presence looming over and ever-watchful.

And he's cunty as fuck doing it all.